Like the wild love child of the San Francisco underground that they are, The Rabbles’ cosmic psyche pop combine seemingly disparate flavors that taste surprisingly delicious together: jangly eighties post-punk, dreamy sixties girl group textures, reverb drenched psychedelic guitar, artful noise, soaring group harmonies, and heavy but fun songwriting. Truly bohemian in an age of fake authenticity, the Rabbles are a perfumed breeze of surrealist pop perfection.

Anthony Pulsipher




Posted June 4, 2012 by captjrab

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